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if I could hear
every sound

I would pick up
your whispers

and your sighs
and hold them

like beautiful
flowers ignoring

everything else
in nature

knowing nothing
else is beautiful

to me
nothing carried
forward we

have no memory

at the beginning
we are beginners

everything is
strange and new

we have no names

for anything
or anyone

we can run
and hide and

wait for others
or we can

venture out
on our own

and be the
first to die

or to discover
when you find yourself
lost and alone
look up at the stars
bask in the moonlight's glow
and let the milkyway sky
guide you home
remember: you are part of the universe too.
the gift of
the internet

the curse of
pollution

there are
more stars

on the earth
than in the

sky
Your
bad blood
Bleeds
red
Just like everyone
Else's
Somehow.. there is this one colour beneath our skins.
Irrespective of the colour of your leaves and the amount of pepper and honey in you hearts...
we will bleed red
Irrespective of the tea you drink and the brand you like.
Beyond the line of your forgiveness
Beyond the line of your charity
Beyond the decision of what's right and wrong
There it is
You will bleed red
The only friend I hug
When am lonely
Is my pillow.
She knows my tears
My dreams-
That never come true
My happy times
My silly smiles when he texts
Or sings.
Now she knows my depression
All the things am doing
That I shouldn't be
That give me temporal comfort.

Sorry pillow, am lonely
everyday.
#depression #sad. Rough poem. Real one coming up soon.
i love poetry
unto
death or till
the watch
stops ticking

which ever comes

last.
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